Spring Sprawls Across the Fence of the Reality
The river and the wind bring Spring in your house;
the leaves and the gravel announce a stranger;
your curtains rise and fall; one cuckoo blurs
the boundary of singularity; you turn in your bed;
on your South side lies your lover whom you have gybed
towards sleep; all of his flesh and his mind
at its puerility's height hold the railing of a ship leaving
the port of reality. Those leaves talk with the stranger.
So much exist outside one's perception,
love outside your windows,
patience across the fence of waiting.
You stream on the bed, reflections of the stars on your chest.
You breathe, and it rains in the city.
Have You Seen That Patch of Green
The wind within
bleeds on the blades of my dreams.
This is the patch of the wild blooms
I carry, held between
the house I desire
and the one I own.
Today summer liquifies
the red. The prayers sway.
An arrow of the birds free
in the cage of my mind's geosphere flies.
Waiting
The clock unwinds silence;
in the embrace of our pillows
we sleep off twelve gongs;
snow swirls to settle on
our tropical forty degree Celsius land;
a singular apparition
holds its crow mien and fettle.
The mango tree writhes underneath
its unaccustomed white sheath.
Patience waits outside, leaves
its footprints on the snow
although in the morning we see nothing
except some wet roads, cars,
greenery and feathers, nothing that
can make us believe in the myths.
The String
Why the road and the pavements look wet?
Rain remains absent in this plain for awhile.
Do we sweat this much? Oh so wet!
The kite whisperer friend lets it be
a white stingray in the almost-white blue.
"Report back; bring back the messages of the clouds."
The news from the sky sounds fake; we misread it.
"If you misinterpret something fake," hope says,
"what you perceive might be true."
The boys reels and pulls the string.
Sometimes the thin line cuts the skin.
The asphalt glistens. Do we bleed that much?
Kushal Poddar, the author of ‘Postmarked Quarantine’ has eight books to his credit. He is a journalist, father, and the editor of ‘Words Surfacing’. His works have been translated into twelve languages.
oxygen deprived
Polka dots & mung beans, &
millions of dead fish floating
& coating kilometers of river.
Essentially they're all ingre-
dients, the type of thing you
keep in your kitchen cupboards
along with other ingredients.
Ready to be thrown into a
mixing bowl & turned quickly
into a topical &/or nostalgic
treat should your relatives
unexpectedly come around.
Gourmand eyes
Wearing a
seasonally
significant
hachimachi
headband
the kami-
kaze poet
prepares to
eat himself
to death.
He fails. &
the wind
is not
divine.
He spent the morning
deciding what color Model T to ask for. Assembly lines were de facto machines of war—the Arsenal of Venice, Springfield Rifle. He wanted to disrupt the process.
The $1 million white picket fence
Subtlety or stupidity? I'm never
sure which when it comes to the
Defense Force. So I debate myself
about what the Army's up to in
raising a gigantic sign which reads:
A STRONG FENCE CAN MATE
MULTIPLE TIMES IN A SINGLE
SEASON & STILL SERVE AS
GRACELAND'S GUEST BOOK.
Le Civilisateur
(after the paintings by Magritte)
Three paintings of a dog, all
different dogs but the same
one painted. All different names
but painted under the same
name. Somewhere I read that
this Loulou was black, but painted
white for the occasion. Narrow
nostrils, but supposedly had a
big heart. So loved by its child-
less owners that it traveled with
them everywhere, even to the
States, its right of passage paid
for by a promise to allow the fuse-
lage of one of the airline’s planes
to later carry a Magritte motif.
All things pass, including the in-
fluence of a civilizer. The livery
of the plane redone to reflect new
alliances. & of the other themed air-
craft, Tintin will be the next to go.
Only My Love Is True
Everything is true in the sun
Only my love is false in your world
Everything is alive like fountain
Only my soul is dead as stone.
Time kills the sound of kisses
And vanishes where love was born
The Sahara counts the desires of the stars
The wild night writes love letter
I hide in the kiss of celestial time
Memories speak in your footprint
I make the way you walk with love
Searching your fragrance in every flower
Hearing the appearing sound in rain drop
I see dead love in few stones
As you have not touched them
The crowd becomes desert
If you are silent
The land of joy turns into fire
If you are not there
Everything is dead
Only I am alive
Everything is false
Only my love is true.
Everyone has read at least 10 books, because books have their place in life, and I have read many books so far, for example, secular, religious, business, psychological and leadership books. Each book has its own knowledge to give to a person, and I can easily say that through the information in the book, people gain experience in their lives. Personally, from the book I read about business and leadership, I learned skills that can be used in life and can easily get out of problems. Through this knowledge, I am currently working as a participant, coordinator, volunteer, leader, organizer of many projects. Even through my personal project, I trained more than 20 students and shared the knowledge I got from books with about 1000 young people.
In addition, I have proven that exchanging ideas while reading a book, freely expressing one’s opinion, and developing a world view gives knowledge, the reason is that during conversations with many people, when we exchange ideas, they ask me the following question: “How many books have you read in your life and what books do you recommend?” that I feel that I have easily read a lot of books because of these questions.
Alisherova Dilshoda Azizxon qizi Student of Uzbekistan State World Languages university
I personally had a dream, when I was in kindergarten, I dreamed that I can do as my aunt’s daughter when her daughters met the president and received the state award named after Zulfiya as the world and Uzbekistan champions. Even when I was in school, I had a dream, but I didn’t know how to make it happen, and in the 5th grade, I learned how to plan, and I made videos to motivate myself. When I was in the 8th grade, when the Is’haqkhan Ibrat school was opened, I was assigned to study and entered the 15th place to the school. In 2018, one of my dreams in kindergarten came true, that is, by the grace of God, I shook hands with the President of Uzbekistan Shavkat Mirziyoyev on May 3, 2018, and I set my plans as a goal. I focused on my goal and didn’t even listen to the people around me.
After some years, I graduated my school and enrolled at Uzbekistan State University of World Languages, another dream came true, because I became a student of my dream university. I did not stop saying “my dreams have come true, that’s it”, I strengthened my efforts in order to properly use the opportunities given to young people due to their language skills, and until now I have been a participant, coordinator, organizer, and volunteer of many projects. I am blogging because of my interest, I have been sharing my achievements and my knowledge of how to have these achievements for more than 1000 young people. In addition, I also made students through my personal projects.
Alisherova Dilshoda Azizxon qizi
Student of Uzbekistan State World Languages University
Sicario is a word used in Spanish, Portuguese, and Italian. It means “paid assassin” or “hitman”. As a movie title, it has nothing to do with what this film is about. To make a clearer mental image, imagine using the word “Cannibal” as a title for ‘’Silence of the Lambs” and prepare for 121 minutes of one of the darkest films of 2015.
Have you ever tried to capture the moment and use it as an anchor for what you plan to write?
This is what it feels like while describing what “Sicario” has done to me.
Sicario is a very visual movie, shot by none other than the brilliant cinematographer Roger Deakins who holds films like “Raising Arizona “, “The Shawshank Redemption”, “Fargo” and “No Country for Old Men” to his name. It might come off as another drug-cartel thriller, but “Sicario” reminisces on morality and how the world blurs the thin line between right and wrong, to the point of reaching an utterly bleak endnote, making for one thrill ride. Denis Villeneuve’s film doesn’t leave audiences with a rush of euphoria, but more like a burning sensation at the pit of the stomach.
Emily Blunt brilliantly and ephemerally portrays the role of Kate Macer, an idealist FBI agent who gets thrown into a world of drug cartels, assassinations, cold-blooded revenge, and senseless interrogation scenes. Macer’s world becomes turned upside down when she is chosen to join a task force for the war against drugs, and her whole existence is put on a stake.
How the film plays the female lead’s storyline is very sensitive to the nature of being a woman in the middle of a battlefield. Through her eyes, viewers judge the world she is naively thrust into. Macer explores herself and the male-dominated hostility that surrounds her presence. Viewers are introduced to a unique female protagonist; incapable of senseless violence but tough, humane yet detached. Macer bends the gender roles, she looks for fun through booze, a pack of smokes, and a one-night stand, yet as a woman her priority alternates between getting the job done and saving lives, following procedures, and maintaining a moral ground where there is none.
Villeneuve, with Deakins’s help, creates the tunnel infiltration scene like no other. He introduces audience members to the entire scene through two different perspectives. One is a green-tinted sequence, while the other is an infrared thermal imaging system that created a video game idea of a hunter seeking prey. Shot in black-and-white, where humans appear like negatives on a black screen. No sound is heard. It is just the agents, gun-pointing their way through the murky tunnels. Corpses are shown without a bit of humanity attached, their blood another shade of grey, which deprives the scene of emotionality. It’s an immoral, inhumane world. Human lives are not even questioned whether to be spared or not. How could the viewer sympathize with an action-adventure sequence that could easily play on their Xbox as a first-person shooter via twisted role-playing where they get to be the bad guy (or the cop) shooting nameless, mute targets?
How Macer is roughly handled also shows how disdainful most of her colleagues are towards her mere presence. She is seen as a joke, a pawn used by those hard-knuckled, shady people as means to their ends. When she is attacked by the man she picks at a bar and discovers he wasn’t after her –just using her to get to the big boys behind her- her look of disappointment captures the essence of her experience. The way her eyes register every single violation or atrocity allows the audience to get entangled with her point of view, self-righteous and monochrome at best, yet empathetic and empowered.
Using Macer’s relationship with the sicario, Alejandro –played to perfection by Benicio Del Toro- could be first interpreted based on a mentor taking in a naïve rookie to mold them into the mini-version of that mastermind. Examples that played on this theme vary from Dr. Hannibal Lecter in “Silence of the Lambs” to Detective Alonzo Harris in “Training Day’’. In “Sicario” however, Alejandro doesn’t gift Kate a valuable life lesson or allow her to discover pieces of herself that she never thought existed. They both remain unchanged, she is incapable of violence, and he is amoral –or according to her immoral- and violent, without a hint of doubt or regret.
“Sicario” is a dark poem of practicality that plays out its amorality (or immorality card) with no shame. It prides itself on being brutal, raw, and dark. With excellent performances, a haunting score, and a daunting fin, “Sicario” is not a movie to watch but to watch out for.
Jaylan Salah
Jaylan Salah Salman is an Egyptian poet, translator, two-time national literary award winner, animal lover, feminist, film critic, and philanthropist. She has published film criticism articles, short stories, poems, and translations in many websites and offline publications such as “Al Ahram”, “Vague Visages”, “Synchronized Chaos”, “theProse.com”, “Cinema Femme Magazine”, ” Eye on Cinema” and “Guardian Liberty Voice”. She Won the “Bleed on the Page” Competition for Poetry and Prose for her piece titled “Poof, Vagina”. Her first short story collection, “Thus Spoke La Loba”, was published in 2016 by the Egyptian Supreme Council of Culture. Her first poetry collection in English, “Work Station Blues”, was published by PoetsIN, a British publisher.
WHEN DREAMS TURN into GOALS
Every person is born and begins to live with their dreams and hopes. Thanks to these dreams, people understand why they came to life and try to change themselves. When do dreams turn into goals? When we truly desire our goals, take the time to reach them, and chase them wholeheartedly, our dreams will surely turn into goals. A person without a goal never moves, he gets stuck in one place. A dream is only our desire, the purpose is to pursue it. Every A person who is determined and active achieves success. After reaching his goals, his self-confidence increases and he always looks to the future. A person with a clear goal is not afraid of falling in life, even if he falls, he gets up and starts walking towards his goals. The essence of life is to fall seven times and get up eight times. Always remember to turn your dreams into goals. Dreams only exist in dreams, their realization is shown with a goal, that is, our goals lead to results. Get motivation from successful people, exchange ideas with them, it's up to you to change your life. Always look at life with a smile. The key to success is in your hands. The whole world is with you. It's time to act.. .
QURBONOVA GULSANAM was born on April 16, 2006 in Dehkhanabad district of Kashkadarya region. She is currently a grade 10 student at school number 68 in Dehkhanabad district and is proud of the regional German language. She has also achieved many results in sports, table tennis, chess, checkers.
